Shortly after posting yesterday's blog, the new Minxy and I were curled up on the couch, she snoring on an old pillow I gave her, and occasionally sneezing, with me throwing out "bless you's."
She suddenly became restless and whiny, and I coo'd and tried to comfort her to no avail. I'm going to try to put this as delicately as possible, but it became immediately apparent that something was wrong. There was something underneath her, something that did not appear that it should be outside of her kitty-cat body.
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I freaked out and got Momo on the phone. She knows everything about all cats. The minute she picked up, I screeched, "this cat just blooped out a piece of MEAT all over her pillow! Something came OUT of her. It's entrails or something!!"...and then a lot more cacophony.
While Marcy ran to get the cat book, and look up a symptom that mirrored the one I was screeching about, Minx ran off and hid. I found her finally, cleaning up her 2nd delivery: This one a stillborn kitten. Ah, light shed on the first round--it did NOT look kittenish. Hey, I don't know nuthin 'bout birthin' no kittens!! I immeditely calmed down and got to feeling awful for my new lil' baby.
I placed some old towels under her in the closet, and left her to let nature take its course.
But she followed me back out and hopped back up on her pillow, now also covered with old towels. In the interim, I called my niece and nephew, and they drove over to help out with kitty labor, and break up the tension.
Brandi's used to poking around and picking up yuk-stuff in her studies, and she was far less puked out than I was about...disposal. I'm convinced that Dane will follow in her footsteps, only as a forensic photographer. He grabbed my camera, and...well trust me. If you get your hands on my laptop, do NOT look at the folder labeled "kittens."
The three of us nursed little Minxy through delivering 6 stillborn kittens, she sleeping with her paw on my arm between rounds. By 11:30, she was all cleaned up and starving, seemingly back in business...if not much thinner; who could have thought it possible?
She ate like a horse, and settled back into her bed. Today, she is content, energetic, using the litter box properly, and right at home here, warm and fed.
We have appointments for a kitty physical scheduled, and she'll be spayed after her milk dries up, in a month. I'm personally hoping that her digestive system will acclimate ASAP, as she is currently quite a farty little thing.
I just keep thinking how different last night would have been for this little one, if I hadn't picked her up last night. I wonder if she'd even be alive this morning.
I wouldn't know, really.
None of us would.
"Maybe one will just find you," Momo had told me.
Yeah. And just in the nick of time.